lying underneath
psychedelic sky
iridescent blue
sun spots in my eye
penning out my verse
he sleeps in the rays
each one celebrates
in our preferred ways
Shall I tell of stars
hidden by the queen
mute in the daylight
till night makes them seen
pondering nature
which glyphs to choose
lake days in the sun
my favorite muse
with hyperbole
in woods we do roam
shelter of the trees
is our little home
the bigger thought gets
a line of its own
onomatopoeia
in glissade of foam
alliterative
litter festooned wave
words drip like driftwood
carved by the lake's lathe
old lumber dock bones
like cypress kneed bogs
watching memories
and time float like logs
trash ornated surf
flecks of green and blue
silver metal can
a child's soggy shoe
assonance that makes
an ass of me and you
oops that's assumption
that I sometimes do
twinkling in the sun
mirrored sand beach
pass the Swiss cheese please
just beyond my reach
gritty on my teeth
from palm full of sand
universe of verse
trickling through my hand
I could write always
by eloquent sea
what better way to
spend eternity?
got water and pen
who could want for more
my man at my side
on Michigan's shore
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